verse 1 
          C           Em 
God would weep if he existed 
                                        F 
And he saw what man can do to man, he'd think that we were twisted 
      Am                 G 
His unblinking eye would blink and then 
     C                                 Em 
He'd say not in my name you don't, you stupid little men 
          F                            Am             G 
With your arrogance and ignorance, you do it time and time again 


[Refrão]
F Am C               G              F          Am           C            G 
I,   must be getting old, there's a fire and a fury, driven deep into my soul 
         F                 Am               G                 Am    C    G        C 
It's the helplessness that comes from being under your control, and everything is broken 

verse 2 
C                     Em 
 Five million cameras stare at us, you treat us like we're fools 
    F                             Am                 G 
Our privacy is meaningless, we're suffocating by ten thousand rules 
     C                            Em 
This Kingdom's not united, just a complicated mess 
          F                                            Am                     G 
Are we in Europe, half in Europe, not in Europe, we're soulless, spineless, directionless 
 

[Refrão]
F Am C               G              F          Am           C            G 
I,   must be getting old, there's a fire and a fury, driven deep into my soul 
         F                 Am               G                 Am    C    G        C 
It's the helplessness that comes from being under your control, and everything is broken 

Bridge 
C Em          F Am 
    Stylophone! 
    C    G        D#m   A# 
And everything is broken 

Instrumental 
Dm F 
D#m A# Dm F 
D#m A# D#m A# 

verse 3 
    C                                 Em 
Why send our young men out to die, in wars that we don't understand 
F                                      Am                 G 
Why on earth should we be meddling, in places like Afghanistan 
    C                                   Em 
The price is much too high, in terms of money or our precious men 
     F                           Am           G 
Your reasons are mysterious, and quite beyond Ken 


[Refrão]
F Am C               G              F          Am           C            G 
I,   must be getting old, there's a fire and a fury, driven deep into my soul 
         F                 Am         G             Am        C    G        C 
It's the helplessness that comes, you even sold our gold, and everything is broken 

Outro 
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